I think the furball is dead. The campus cat, brandy, has not moved from lying on a chair in reception for three days. Not even it can sleep for that long, so I say its dead. Mind you, Esther claims it blinked, so it might yet live.

It’s been a rough couple of days, really. All sorts of confusion over whether I’m allowed support for Thursday afternoons – my supervisor, Alan, asked me to attend his third year lecture, but now, three months into the course, the body which pays est to support me says I’m not entitled to cover for that/ I’m really finding al’s lectures this year useful – he seems to often adapt them specifically to suit me and I have already used some material from them in my thesis. However, I cannot attend these lectures without Esther’s help. I’m therefore a bit stuck and in short need to find another funding body. The M.A. itself seems to be going really well Alan seems to like what I’ve already produced, but I just wish everything could be sorted.

In some respects I’m jealous of Brandy: I wish I could fall asleep on my chair in reception for three days.